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The old doctor was so angry that his beard trembled, but he didn't say anything after all, and stayed in the Marshal's mansion angrily.

Fortunately, the medicine was really effective, and Ah Zhao's fever was under control at night.

Everyone in the mansion breathed a sigh of relief, and Lu Zhu thanked God in his heart.

As the person who served A Zhao personally, if something happened to A Zhao, she couldn't escape the responsibility at all.

When it was close to dawn, the Azhao fever had receded, and people woke up.

Huo Jun, who had been guarding her all night, heaved a sigh of relief.

Huo Jun? As soon as Ah Zhao opened his eyes, he vaguely saw a familiar figure.

Huo Jun's voice was a little hoarse: Are you awake? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?

It's a little uncomfortable.

My throat is dry, my whole body is sore and sore, and my skin is still a little itchy.

But Ah Zhao didn't say anything, and called him again: Are you not angry with me?

Huo Jun pursed his lips, and looked at the person on the bed by the light.

She is like this, she never seems to get the point.

Or, her focus is always different from others.

such a person.

How could he be angry?

He bent down like a broken can, and leaned against her face sideways.

I am not angry.

Ah Zhao felt relieved.

Huo Jun would not lie to her. If he said he was not angry anymore, then he was really not angry.

So relieved, she began to become squeamish.

Liar, you ignored me for so long before. She complained softly.

Huo Jun shook her hand with a good temper: I was busy with work... Well, I'm sorry, it's my fault. I won't do it in the future.

Ah Zhao smiled contentedly, and finally began to moan: I'm thirsty...

The Marshal's Mansion was lit up in many places.

Huo Jun personally fed A Zhao with warm water, and asked someone to drag the poor old doctor out of the warm quilt to check on A Zhao, and after making sure that there was nothing serious to eat, he asked Green Bamboo to keep the kitchen ready. The porridge and side dishes are served.

After all, Ah Zhao was weak and just recovering from a serious illness. After eating, he started to feel sleepy again.

Huo Jun stayed by her side, watching her expression gradually become quieter and her breathing gradually clearer, then he got up.

His expression became cold again, and the tenderness when facing A Zhao disappeared without a trace in front of others.

He went straight to Mrs. Six's yard.

Neither Huo Xianxian nor Mrs. Six fell asleep.

After Huo Xianxian went back, he told Mrs. Six about Ah Zhao's serious illness. After being taken aback for a moment, Mrs. Six even sighed.

You really shouldn't be soft-hearted...

Huo Xianxian didn't understand what she meant: Mom, what are you talking about?

Mrs. Six's expression became unusually gentle, and she reached out to touch the top of her daughter's hair: It's nothing, mother wants to be alone for a while, you go and rest.

When Huo Jun came to the yard, Mrs. Six was sitting alone in the yard making tea.

Master, good morning. She was surprised to see Huo Jun.

Huo Jun didn't speak.

The sixth wife didn't care, made two cups of tea, and stretched out her hand to Huo Jun: Please sit down.

Huo Jun glanced at her, as if it was the first time he met this sixth wife who had never had a sense of existence in the mansion.

He didn't touch the cup of tea: I don't dare to drink the sixth wife's tea.

Mrs. Six smiled, and didn't care about his words, and took a sip of her own.

You know why I came here. Huo Jun said.

Mrs. Six put down the teacup and said softly, What if I say, I don't know?